Big bubbles no troubles

There are a few girls that
Hang out
Round the corner
They look young
And rough
Clawed back hair
Bleached jeans
The cheapest cigarettes
Shared and argued over
A vacancy about them
I imagine they are experts
At this stage
In rough sex
Unknown
In the absence of stupor
Unheard of
In sobriety
Their gestures
Seem to be
Mostly learned
From melodrama
Played out
On banal soaps
‘Blockbuster’ movies
or the occasional
over the top
domestic showdown
they will
inevitably
breed
push prams
and get worse
much worse.